Chapter 452 - 427 Unbelievable_1

Lu Yan exerted his soul power to the fullest. His Primordial Spirit, much like a resilient ball, defended against the opponent’s Primordial Spirit’s escape.

The other’s Primordial Spirit was momentarily rendered unsuccessful. Lu Yan’s Primordial Spirit was more resilient than he’d assumed.

Boom!

The big tree rumbled again, bursting with a green radiance, enveloping the opponent’s Primordial Spirit.

"Ah, no..."

After being shrouded in green light, the enemy felt his mental will rapidly dissipating.

If he failed to possess, he would likely be left behind - panic gripped him. He gathered all his Primordial Spirit together, forming a cluster which transformed into a cone, trying to break through.

But dozens of roots from the tree entwined, wrapping up his cluster of Primordial Spirit.

Endless green light welled up from the roots, unleashing a massive shock upon the opponent’s Primordial Spirit. Their Primordial Spirit went silent and was left as a pure bundle of soul energy encased by the tree’s roots, being... refined.

"Is he dead? Was his mental will crushed by the tree?"

Lu Yan was taken aback.

It seemed his special soul was indeed extraordinary. Even an Immortal Realm’s Primordial Spirit wanting to possess him was counter-killed by him.

Compared to him in soul strength, the opponent was like a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth, doomed.

"Who is this person? The traitor from Yunxia Valley? That should be impossible, if it was the traitor, why would he want to possess me?"

Lu Yan pondered.

He was unaware that Fu Xinli was poisoned by the Spirit Slaying Finger, and his Primordial Spirit was being consumed. He needed to possess a special soul practitioner to heal, hence he couldn’t think along those lines.

He surmised that the man was more likely sent by Zhao Zhihuan.

"Eh, my Soul Power has increased a bit."

Lu Yan was surprised.

He discovered that the roots of the tree were refining that person’s Primordial Spirit. Then, strands of pure soul energy spread out from the branches, merging with his Primordial Spirit. His soul power was slowly increasing.

"Is there such a thing as refining others’ Primordial Spirit to enhance oneself? Isn’t this defying the heavens?"

Lu Yan was greatly shocked.

This method was somewhat beyond comprehension.

This concept was completely different from refining a soul crystal.

A Soul Crystal, though also formed from the soul of a powerful being, is only available after death. When the other’s mental will had entirely dissipated, and only a small amount of it remained. Spending some time, it could still be eliminated without affecting oneself.

However, ordinary people still needed to spend a large amount of time to erase it.

He had the tree roots that could refine quickly.

But this was an Immortal’s live Primordial Spirit, with an incredibly strong mental will. Can this be refined too?

Won’t it affect oneself?

In history, many people had become mad because they forcibly refined soul crystals and were affected by the residual mental will.

Lu Yan had a lingering fear in his heart.

He observed closely; if anything wasn’t right, he would immediately stop the refining process.

...

Outside Wangu City, at the peak of a towering mountain, Zhao Zhihuan stood in the air, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. Energy from heaven and earth was crazily converging towards him. The power of rules was revolving around him, showing great excitement.

Swoosh!

A streak of green light flew over.

As the green light receded, a thin old man appeared.

"Sir, not only did Lu Yan fail to cooperate in our search for Fu Xinli, but he has also built a fighting platform and is planning to confront us."

The thin old man said.

In Zhao Zhihuan’s eyes, coldness spread and the temperature in the vicinity seemed to drop rapidly.

"Confront us? Heh, it seems humans haven’t experienced true despair and still believe there’s hope."

"Gather everyone to meet him. I want to see how he plans to confront us and what courage he has to do so."

Zhao Zhihuan spoke coldly.

...

"Here they come!"

Inside the practice room, Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, sensing a dozen powerful auras quickly approaching.

Swoosh!

Lu Yan burst out of the practice room and landed on a massive battle platform.

The battle platform was cast from red bronze and engraved with wish patterns.

"His Majesty has emerged."

"The great battle is about to start. Let’s go."

Figures darted towards the platform, positioning themselves around it.

Lu Yan looked up at the sky.

Twelve figures were approaching effortlessly, unhurriedly, seemingly allowing Lu Yan and his men to prepare. However, their terrifying aura had enveloped the entire palace.

The aura carried a cold killing intent, making everyone feel as if a great disaster was imminent.

The twelve figures stood in the sky above the battle platform, looking down on Lu Yan and his men.

"It appears your choice was unwise."

Zhao Zhihuan spoke, his voice chill as ice.

"Every man has things he does and does not do. I never bully others with my power, but if others bully me with theirs, I will not yield. Although my cultivation level is low, at only the Sixth Rotation of the Primordial Spirit, I have an undaunted heart. Today, I wish to experience the mighty tricks of the Immortals. Please enlighten me."

Lu Yan responded resolutely.

His words subtly pointed out: you are just taking advantage of your Immortal status to bully others, but I am fearless.

"Big words for a small man. Sir, it would be overkill for you to act. Allow me to suppress him."

A muscular man asked Zhao Zhihuan for permission.

"Hmm."

Zhao Zhihuan nodded, "Don’t underestimate him. Although he is only at the Sixth Rotation of the Primordial Spirit, his soul power is extremely strong. Beware of him suppressing you with his soul."

"Rest assured, sir, I will make him kneel before you within ten moves."

The muscular man was full of confidence.

Even though there were rumors that Lu Yan had shot down an Immortal at the Seventh Turn and suppressed the Eighth Turn of the Primordial Spirit with his arrows.

But in his view, this was merely flattery cast upon Lu Yan by the founding emperor’s subordinates.

Besides, even if Lu Yan did possess such combat prowess, could a Nirvana period being from a small place like this be compared to him?

In such a small place, who could cultivate a divine-level Martial Art to the tenth level during the Nirvana period?

"Go!"

Zhao Zhihuan nodded.

The big man stomped forward, his raging aura pressing down on Lu Yan, his body transforming into a bronze color, like a golden miniature giant.

"There’s no need for my master to deal with you, I am enough to suppress you."

The big man spoke and swooped down. A golden-yellow palm rapidly enlarged, pressing down towards Lu Yan.

This man, with his cultivation level at the Nirvana period, possessed a complete understanding of the Rule of Gold. Every move he made had the power of a mountain crumbling and the earthquake’s fury.

A black glow emerged from Lu Yan’s body. Without dodging or avoiding, he struck out with his palm.

This palm attack, it was Martial God’s Secret he used.

With the support of a sufficient number of Immortal Corpses, Martial God’s Secret had already been cultivated by him to the highest level.

Thud!

It was as if two iron palms had collided, creating a powerful rumble.

The big man’s body trembled, he flew backwards, landed on the battlefield, and then took six continuous steps back before steadying himself.

The copper alloy battlefield had footprints deeply imprinted on it by him.

"Nice strength, you managed to withstand it without getting hurt."

Lu Yan stated calmly.

"You... courting death."

The big man’s eyes turned red.

Just a moment ago, he boasted in front of Zhao Zhihuan, saying he would force Lu Yan to kneel with ten moves. But at the first move, it was him who ended up in a disadvantage, which made him feel humiliated.

The big man’s aura grew more astonishing, surging upwards like a wolf’s smoke. His body swelled, transforming into a metal giant over five meters tall.

Beside him, an even larger figure materialized, similarly made up entirely of metal, but with six arms and a height of more than ten meters.

This was his Primordial Spirit manifestation.

"Indestructible Vajra Fist."

The big man roared, alongside his Primordial Spirit manifestation, he rushed towards Lu Yan. Eight fists, like a tempest, smashed towards Lu Yan.

Any one of those fists could easily shatter a mountain.

The big man had already pushed his combat strength to its peak.

"Divine-level Martial Arts, tenth level."

Lu Yan thought in his heart.

His current martial arts achievements were incredibly profound. Aside from other places, just speaking of the Great Wu world, he was unparalleled.

One look was all he needed to grasp the opponent’s martial arts achievements.

Being able to cultivate a Divine-Level Martial Arts to the tenth level at the Nirvana period, it could not be denied that the big man was a martial arts genius.

At least among all the human martial cultivators he had met before, apart from Lin Yan, no one else could cultivate a divine-level martial arts to the tenth level.

Divine-Level Martial Arts at the tenth level, when supplemented with the full power of the Rule Power, has extremely terrifying power.

Lu Yan dared not take it lightly. He pushed Martial God’s Secret to the twelfth level and swung out his palm.

Boom boom boom...

In a flash, both of them had exchanged thirty-six blows.

The big man stumbled backward.

At the thirty-seventh move, Lu Yan’s palm landed on the thigh of his Primordial Spirit manifestation, directly shattering its thigh. He then lifted his leg and kicked the head of his opponent’s Primordial Spirit manifestation.

The head of the Primordial Spirit manifestation also exploded instantly, and then its form dissipated.

When the Primordial Spirit manifestation was destroyed, the big man felt a backlash, his face turned pale, and he felt splitting headache.

Lu Yan took a step forward and slapped the big man’s chest.

The big man flew backward and landed heavily on the ground, coughing up a great amount of blood.

His chest caved in, nearly being pierced through.

"You’ve conceded."

Lu Yan folded his fist casually.

"You... I will rip you apart."

The big man came to his senses, roared, and was about to pounce.

"Enough."

Zhao Zhihuan shouted coldly.

The big man shivered and stopped in his tracks, retreating back to Zhao Zhihuan’s side. Bowed his head down and said, "Master, it was my negligence that made me fall into his trap."

"You lost, so admit it. Don’t look for excuses. Lu Yan’s combat power is indeed extremely strong, probably a special soul practitioner with an astonishing comprehension ability. He has already cultivated a Divine-Level Martial Arts to the twelfth level. Paired with his Soul Power, it’s normal to be unmatched."

"It seems that the rumors about Lu Yan in this world, are not unfounded."

Zhao Zhihuan said.

Through the last time he pressed down on Lu Yan with his aura, and Lu Yan’s move just now, he had seen through some clues.

"Master, this person’s Martial Arts is good at attacking, but his speed should be his weakness. In the next round, I will make a move and beat him with speed."

A thin and tall youth said.

Zhao Zhihuan nodded.

In a flash, a thin and tall figure stood in front of Lu Yan.

This person carried a longsword on his back and was obviously a swordsman.

"It’s my turn to meet you."

The thin tall youth said.

"Please!"

Lu Yan waved his hand.

Whoosh!

The thin youth moved and instantly disappeared from his original spot.

"Where did he go? How did he just disappear."

"It’s speed, his speed is astonishing, I can’t even see his shadow."

Around the battlefield were all high-ranking officials of the Da Wu Emperor Dynasty.

People like Chu Tianjiao, Elder Chi Yi, Dongfang Ao, and others were present.

Their faces were extremely serious at this moment.

Because no matter how they mobilized their spiritual sense, they could not catch the trajectory of the thin youth.